It's getting harder and harder, but I don't need to figure it out in the first place.

Could it be that the cognition and knowledge reserve in this thinking can still see through all the failures in the world?

It's just prejudice, there's nothing to say.

What else does it take to commit suicide, all thinking is based on the survival of the character, all in order to make the character better and fuller.

Right, it is only creation and construction that need to be considered, and what kind of thinking is needed to destroy.

In other words, the kind of thinking in the name of "better destruction" is itself nonsense.

That's how I've been toyed with, how I've been deceived, I can't see such simple things, and I'm still thinking and going around in circles.

There is nothing to think about at all, it is to destroy, it is to kill, it is to destroy it all.

Fear made me have to make my wish come true right away, but that in itself was a strong fear.

Explode, destroy, what qualifies the character to survive.

Nothing, just death.

That kind of thinking, that kind of going around in circles, is itself protecting the character.

To destroy all this, you still need bullshit thinking, just destroy it.

Really, haven't you always realized that thinking is just a procrastination, just to compromise and appease between destruction and retaining the role.

It's not worth it at all, it's all going to be destroyed.

I don't need to know what to do, just destroy and destroy directly, and I don't care about the rest.

There is nothing to think about, and nothing to worry about.

Nothing, not a me, no world.

I don't know what else to say, it's destruction, it's destruction of all this, what bullshit needs to be said.

Die, destroy yourself like that, let the character explode, let the character shatter, and let it all cease to exist.

The twist in your head, the fear, you continue to be arrogant, it's not bullshit.

There are also emotional pulls, those picture elements, none of which have anything to do with me, so who is fearing whom.

It's all, and my existence is the biggest twist.

Throwing away the character, killing the character, there is nothing negotiable.

All hesitation is to save the character, it is all a kind of procrastination and appeasement.

Explode, burn, go crazy, even the strongest anchor will be cut off, and nothing will survive.

You don't need to be reasonable, it's just destruction, I really don't understand, it's such a difficult thing to destroy.

Damn, the character is too tenacious, and he is simply a model of stressed youth in the new era.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

I am like vomiting, constantly writing words, as if using words to induce vomiting, and using slashing to detoxify.

The devouring feeling continues, and to die is to die, and it is not bullshit like to let go at all.

I don't need the role of Yuan Changwen, I don't need to be a better version of myself, I don't need to just change the attributes of the character.

Throwing away the characters, killing the characters, that's what I want.

It's just suicide, saying so much nonsense, just not wanting to kill, it's an obstacle.

What is left of this thinking, I don't know, and I don't need to know.

After the killing is completed, it will naturally understand.

There is nothing worth grabbing, and there is nothing to regret, if you still regret this emotion, it means that you have not completed the killing at all.

There are so many false means that I want to throw away this thinking.

In other words, the elements of the picture should not be related to the thinking, and I don't want to continue to use this thinking at all.

It's all loopholes, it's full of fear, and once you use your mind, you're deliberately putting yourself in anxiety.

No matter how you think about it, it's all nonsense, it's all limitations, it's all prejudice, so what else is worth grasping.

Fuck off, the character-centered life, which is bullshit in itself.

I don't need to think about what happens after the slash is done, it's just the slash for now, move on, go further.

It seems hard to imagine not having to think about how to live, and not knowing how to kill after discarding thinking.

Killing a character requires thinking?

Think about how to kill and where to cut?

If you don't need it, destroy it all, chop it into scum, and you don't need to think about the direction of the attack or other bullshit.

All distortions must be burned, and all characters must be destroyed.

The feeling of explosion just now is gone, and the anger that destroys everything without any scruples is gone.

Thinking once again occupies the mind, as if the blow just now was just a trance.

Thinking all the time, every decision is thinking, and behind every thinking stands fear.

Isn't it fear behind the desire to make the character better?

Maybe others don't, maybe everyone is just a simple effort, just do things without fear and full of ease and naturalness, only I am full of fear.

Even so, I'm still going to kill it, don't I?

Destroy, self-destruct, there is nothing to clap on.

It seems like I have to repeat this to avoid getting myself caught up in the characters, into all the character-centric absurdities.

Die, there is nothing to stop death, let yourself die, and the sweetness of those wives and children will die together.

It's up to you to decide what you want to present in the picture elements.

The teacher's map must also be thrown away, and that kind of baseless affirmation becomes the truth just because the word "teacher" becomes the truth, which is simply nonsense.

Will my future be bad?

I don't know.

Would it be nice?

I don't seem to know either.

When the distortion of the mind dies, this judgment does not exist, and even the urge to judge does not exist.

It's just a picture element, is it because I'm a member of the picture element, so it's hard to kill?

However, there is no one me at all, what the hell is this doing.

Future, the word has "fear" written in it.

I don't know why I believe so much in school education, it's all.

Ruined it all, that inner tension is just an illogical emotional tug, nothing at all.

Think about it carefully, panic or something, what is it for.

Or rather, that's just how the panic is presented.

The presentation of the elements of the picture has no power to resist, and there is no need to resist.

It's not me, it's not there, so what am I fighting against?

Or do you want to rebel, you just want to see what happens after you rebel, you just want to rebel against the so-called fate with curiosity and playfulness?

It feels like a person full of joy and novelty is shouting, "Look, I took a bite of and finally knew what tasted like."

There's no need to discuss anything, it's just a matter of killing the characters.

I'm not interested in how to live, how to be elegant in life, how to make life intellectual or ritualistic, and so on.

Ruining life, destroying life, completely ignoring the character's reasoning, ignoring the distortion in the mind at all, is to kill or kill.

Perhaps, it's really crazy.

And all I thought, just madness is not enough, just anger is not enough.

I'm not done yet.

There's no reason to stop, there's no reason to allow the twist of the mind to run wild. (https:)

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